Amidst the incredulous, bewildered, and shocked gazes of the crowd, they saw the slow, almost crawling figure steadily and carefully cross the ninth floor and ascend to the twelfth floor.
Even before showing signs of exhaustion, with his toes still pointed, he took another step forward.
no...
What's going on?
Everyone stared wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered.
Their gazes, almost subconsciously and involuntarily, fell upon the prodigy from the Nine Heavens Sect, scrutinizing him with suspicion and uncertainty.
This prodigy from the Nine Heavens Sect is only at the ninth level.
And now, this guy who was trying to pass the level has actually silently crossed the ninth level and reached the twelfth level, and he's getting faster and faster?
What on earth is going on?!
All ten prodigies who possess the Heaven-Gazing Token have already entered the arena. No matter how powerful a prodigy is, without the Heaven-Gazing Token, they can only endure the challenge with a hundred times the difficulty.
Where did this monster come from?!
Layer upon layer, as everyone felt puzzled, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, temporarily suppressing their speculations about the person's identity, and couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation for the strange phenomena this person would produce next.
Many things can be gleaned from these unusual phenomena.
For example, while we can't fully understand this child's talent, temperament, or even his Cultivation Method, we can still roughly discern which direction he leans towards.
only...
As time went on, more and more doubts arose in everyone's eyes.
etc...?
It's common knowledge that after climbing the ninth level of Heaven-Gazing Ridge, unusual phenomena will occur.
No one is an exception.
So, what about the vision?
Are there any unusual phenomena?
Many people were somewhat bewildered, looking at the Heaven-Gazing Ridge mountain range, glancing left and right, trying to find any possible anomalies.
However, no matter how they looked at it, Heaven-Gazing Ridge was still Heaven-Gazing Ridge, and the person climbing it was still the same figure from behind; there was nothing amiss.
The clouds on the horizon remained unchanged.
The idea of the world changing color is simply nonexistent.
Even the slightest change in the airflow was not altered.
It's as if the person climbing Heaven-Gazing Ridge has become so insignificant that even celestial phenomena are no longer a concern.
However, this is impossible.
"Wait, look!"
Someone suddenly noticed something different and was immediately surprised. They exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with confusion and disbelief, and they couldn't help but mutter to themselves.
Am I just ignorant?
"This can be considered an anomaly?"
Strange phenomenon.
There are still options on both sides.
but...
The methods used to produce them are quite different.
It's not just that they're not quite the same; it's that they're completely different, utterly different!
Other people's extraordinary phenomena are always spectacular, with the sky and earth changing color and the wind and clouds shifting dramatically, as if even the heavens and earth are moved by them.
However, this person's unusual phenomenon appeared too quietly; it hardly seemed like an unusual phenomenon at all.
But his strange phenomena...
"How can the area be so large?"
Some people were immediately incredulous.
Although it was silent and invisible, the area it spread over was extremely large.
No wonder no one noticed them at first.
Lang Ping's unusual phenomenon was not thunder, lightning, or blizzard, but rather dust particles scattered in the air, like mayflies in the sky. On the mountain ranges of Heaven-Gazing Ridge, Stone that were ubiquitous, humble as dust.
Small pebbles lay flat on the ground, as if they had always been there, letting the breeze or the heavy miasma that already existed in Heaven-Gazing Ridge pass over them.
After everyone noticed it, the strange phenomenon slowly began to change again as Lang Ping climbed once more.
At first, there was only a pangolin peeking out and peeking out, hiding in the ravine, wagging its tail and intently gnawing on a rock in front of it.
If it weren't for the fact that this pangolin didn't exude any life force, only Sword Qi as thick as Stone, the crowd would likely have been completely unable to detect that this was part of the strange phenomenon.
Secondly, it's much easier to judge.
Within the Heaven-Gazing Ridge, it's not just that human habitation is extremely rare, but it's also absolutely impossible for ordinary people to exist there.
Not just one.
Instead, they emerged one after another from the treetops and the forest.
There was an old man.
There are young people.
There was a teenager.
They walked silently up the Heaven-Gazing Ridge mountain range, slowly making their way towards the highest point.
A hunter went hunting and brought out the red fox he had caught.
A young man scraped his arm, but resolutely continued climbing upwards.
The burly young man wiped the sweat from his brow and quickened his pace without saying a word.
There were also some students who looked rather thin, but even with trembling steps, they continued to walk forward.
Seeing this, almost everyone fell silent.
The silence was filled with unbelievable shock.
They never imagined that someone's extraordinary phenomenon would look like this.
What kind of anomaly could this be considered?
Extraordinary phenomena among mortals?
Can ordinary people also experience extraordinary phenomena?
Besides, it has absolutely nothing to do with anything!
These individuals were almost entirely different, except that they all wielded swords...
" The Dao of All Beings, the Mortal Dao... Alas, after countless years, another promising mortal has emerged to ascend to heaven. It's just a pity that this path is the most difficult, and it's the Mortal Sword Dao, tsk tsk..."
Among the crowd Heaven-Gazing Ridge, an old man holding a little girl's hand stroked his beard, shook his head, and spoke with a complicated tone.
The little girl beside him looked up, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Grandpa, what is the Mortal Dao?"
" The Mortal Dao..."
The old man sighed.
"It is the most impossible route to traverse, turning the impossible into reality, crushing the rugged into a smooth and prosperous road."
"Almost no one can succeed."
"Ah... Grandpa, what if it succeeds?"
"Success? Heh... If it succeeds, then another person in the world will be qualified to become Saint Lord, or even touch upon the qualification to become an Immortal..."
However, that is absolutely impossible.
Monks judged winners and losers based on their natural talent.
Who can resist the temptation of becoming more gifted?
Countless cultivators were mortals from the very beginning, but tell me, who now would be willing to relinquish their power and fall back into the mortal realm?
Everything that happens outside has nothing to do with Lang Ping.
He just kept walking.
Keep walking.
He wasn't counting his steps.
I didn't force myself to do things I couldn't do.
Until he felt utterly exhausted, he stood on the steps, took a deep breath, looked at the seemingly endless white jade steps before him, and smiled with relief, recalling the words of the exceptionally talented Lang Ping.
Regardless of others, he has done his best.
Now, I can finally retire gracefully after achieving my goals.